Untitled ??? - ReitaxRuki, More to come
Untitled… ???
Chapters/Parts - ???
Author:whaffle2006
Rating:PG13 - NC21
Warnings:Violence, Strong Language, Strong Sexual Scene, MxM Relationship, Death, Murder, Kidnapping,
Pairings:ReitaxRuki, AoixUruha, More to come
Genre:AU, Action, Adventure, Crime, Mystery, Drama, Humor, Romance
Summary:
Comments: I couldn’t’ think of a title!!! Nor a summary (but I will type one up when I can)After a lot of consideration, I’m thinking of going for a steampunk kind of theme here; at least, I’ll try and do my best with the steampunk theme ^^;
I hope that it seems like it’ll be an awesome idea haha
Again, if anyone had missed out on my previous announcement, I will still be unlocking my fics little by little. More notes will follow at the bottom of the chapter.
Enjoy!
Songs of Inspiration: Red - Darkest Part, Social Distortion-Machine Gun Blues
Running full speed at the wall, the body jumped up high, a booted foot connecting with the wall and pushing off in one smooth movement, vaulting the body upward. Grabbing the railing of the escape, lifting them self up and over the metal. A quick look around, the person jumped from the escape to another balcony, catching the railing and swinging their weight into the air, landing almost lightly atop the roof.
Reaching up and pulling a pair of goggles over keen eyes, they peered down at the cityscape. They weren’t far from their intended target; a glance to the red velvet starry sky, the person hummed. They were ahead of time.
Brushing a few dark strands of hair from their eyes, they slipped the goggles back atop their head and with a grin, took off on a full sprint. Running straight towards the edge of the building, the body catapulted off the ledge of the building and went flying through the air. Landing and rolling across the metal roof, the person laughed heartily.
This was one of his favorite things about his job; the only part he enjoyed.
Running across roofs with speed and agility, they soon found themselves on the outskirts of the city; the projects. The streets filled with the filth of the forgotten; filled with the poor, sick and hopeless. They weren’t what he was looking for though.
Walking the ledge of the roof they now currently occupied, he slipped a hand into his boot and procured a switch knife. It was now the waiting game. He’d let his prey come to him.
After hours of twirling the switch knife with boredom, the person watched through the night vision goggles as a man in his late thirties came stumbling out of a bar. A bright blonde haired woman in very revealing clothing clutched at the man’s arm tightly; the both of them laughed and stumbled in drunken absurdness. Oh, this was too easy.
Pursing his lips, the person slowly stood to his full height. Keen killer eyes followed the pair as they stumbled along the street, rounding the corner into an alleyway; no doubt the two looking to have some fun.
Stealthily going in the same direction, the assassin dropped into the dark alley with catlike agilities; listening in onto the heavy breathing of the two people. A slow maniacal smile coming to full lips as he snuck his way towards the pair; the man’s low groans and the wet sounds of the woman filled the air. It covered the very faint steps of their soon to be murderer.
Neither of the two knew what hit them. In one fluid step, the assassin had yanked the woman off her knees, slitting her throat in one swift movement; blood splattering across the man’s face. Letting the body drop and another quick step, a twirl of the blade, he flung it at his target.
The blade went cleanly through the shoulder of the man, pinning the body to the wall. Ignoring the pained cries of the man, the assassin bent over and revealed a large combat knife.
Taking one long stride, he pressed the cool sharp metal to the face of the man, “You know why I’m here; knew they’d be coming for you.”
The brown eyes of the man widened and he began to plead, “Please! Please, I promise- I’ll- I’ll pay, just please-please don’t kill me!”
“That’s not my call,” the other whispered dully, dragging the sharpen edge down the face. “Your petty pleading can’t save your life now.”
“Please,” the man cried.
With that final plea, the killer slit the man’s throat. Yanking the weapon the kept the body pinned and stepped back, he watched as the man made a futile attempt at stopping the blood flow. The thick red liquid flowed between the trembling fingers of the man on the ground as he gasped for air.
Swallowing, the assassin went to his knees. Gaze softening, “I warned you.”
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This is and was going to be one of those mornings that determined how bad the rest of your day will be, no questions asked. The start of the day was he had overslept; slept straight through the alarm clock. The next reason was, he had spilled scalding hot coffee all over himself and had to make an entire wardrobe change. The result of that he had to make a life affirming run for the bus stop down the street, missing the bus by a handful of seconds.
This seemingly confirmed the beginning of his bad day.
He was horribly late for work; having to wait another hour for the next bus to downtown felt like waiting at the gallows. Never had Takanori been late to work; he’d always been on time, in fact, he had made damned sure to keep a clean record at work, to stay off the radar.
With an anxious wince, the young brunette walked through the glass doors, already feeling the heated glare of his boss. Honestly, the man shouldn’t be angry with him because it was his first and only time being late. Regardless though, he was going to be on the receiving end of the man’s vociferate display of displeasure.
“Mister Matsumoto!” the bulky, balding man roared.
The brunette ducked his head in embarrassment of being called out. Slowly, he turned to face the elder man and all he could think was, ‘not in front of the clientele.’ Albeit, luck was still not on his side as the man growled.
With a resolute sigh, he lifted his gaze and answered appropriately, “yes, Mister Richardson.”
“Why are you late?” the man’s voice rose, as well as his face turning a bright red. Right away, it caught a few people’s attention, but, it didn’t seem to bother the man as he continued. “I don’t care that you are the chairman’s son that is an immediate dock of your pay.”
Going rigid at the threat, Takanori tried to keep his voice leveled, “w-what? But- Mister Richardson, I apologize for my tardiness, but, I had-”
“Quite frankly, Mister Matsumoto,” the balding man cut off the brunette’s explanation, “I don’t care for you mediocre excuses. What I do care for is your lateness. This bank does not run on yours or anyone else’s incompetence.”
Biting back on a remark, Takanori lowered his gaze as the man continued his rant. The entire time, he clutched at his briefcase, resisting the urge to punch the other as he became more and more embarrassed by the display. Finally, the man finished his tirade, turned on his heels and stalked back off to his office.
“Fat bastard,” the brunette hissed.
With a heavy sigh, he walked behind the bank teller counter, setting his briefcase down on the floor by his feet. Ignoring the body that suddenly, but, lightly nudged his shoulder; he began to gather his work together quickly.
“That’s a hell of a way to start the morning, Takanori.”
Giving one another heavy, tired sigh, the brunette turned to his coworker, “and it is nowhere near being the end. So,” Takanori drawled, finishing the last bit of his daily routine, “how are you doing this fine morning, Claudia?”
“Better than you,” the red headed woman remarked.
Chuckling breathily, he took a pad and paper, writing down a few words, “It would seem so, Miss Claudia.”
“You really should speak to your father about Mister Richardson,” the woman offered her opinion.
Grimacing at the mentioning of his father, Taka glanced over at the offices. Through one of the windows he found the fat man on the phone laughing. Shaking his head, he focused back on his job, “that swine will just make up some story and make this job even harder to bear.”
“Your father would listen to your side as well,” Claudia smiled at the brunette. Gently squeezing the arm of the young man, “your father is a good man.”
Smiling to himself bitterly as the woman turned away, he muttered under his breath, “that man is anything but good.”
With a roll of his shoulder, the young bank teller went to his designated window for the day, beginning his job. He smiled at the customers who came to his window looking to deposit, withdraw money and other things that the bank offered. The morning being forgotten as Takanori became involved with his job.
“Hello,” a man with a jet black hair approached the teller window with a genuine smile. “How are you today, handsome?”
“Good afternoon, sir,” Takanori returned the greeting with his best smile, “I am fine; how are you and how may I help you today?”
“I am fine as well,” the man returned with a small smirk. Leaning against the counter, he slipped one of the banks withdrawal slips toward the bank teller, “I’d like to make a withdrawal and I’d greatly appreciate your help.”
“Of course,” Taka hummed, reaching off to the side for a pen and paper. Writing a few words before taking the note that had been slid toward him, “and how much are you-” Taka’s voice cut off as he saw the words scribbled on the paper and he felt himself pale.
“All that you’ve got,” the smirk widened, pointing the barrel of the pistol at the brunette.
Suddenly, multiple shots of warning were fired, women screamed in horror and a voice boomed over the commotion. Four other men came into the bank, all of them wearing bandana’s that covered all but their eyes. Every single of the men had a gun, all five of them looking as dangerous and vicious as can be.
“Everyone on the fucking ground; now!” one of them hollered over the commotion.
Men, women and children first reactions were to run then to listen to the robbers. Another round of shots and bodies dropped to the floor in fear. Takanori’s reaction would have been to drop to the floor as well and hide, but the man made a sound and pointed the gun right at his face.
“No, not you, handsome,” the raven snickered, jumping up onto the counter.
Two of the other robbers, one with a grey fedora pulled low and dirty blonde hair peeking from beneath the rim and the other with a brown newsboy hat hopped onto the counter, aiming the shotguns they held at the rest of the tellers; “the rest of you into the office, now!”
Taka looked around him in horror as the rest of his coworkers looked at him sympathetically and made their way towards one of the offices. None of them seeming to be moving fast enough as the dirty blonde fired a round and then they all begin to rush for the cramp space.
“You, you fat piece of shit,” the man snarled at Mister Richardson, aiming the shotgun, “give me the keys.”
The heavy set man did so without a fight. Quickly handing the ring of keys to the masked man, who then tossed the set to another man with a black trilby hat walking around the counter casually. Taka eyed the man intently, trying to catch a glimpse of his face but was unable to.
Jumping as the muzzle of the pistol was pushed into his back; the bank teller looked over his shoulder at the raven haired man. Giving a jerk of his head, he ordered the brunette, “Open up the safe.”
Shaking his head, Taka tried to lie, “I don’t know how. I just-”
“Let’s not make this any harder than need to be,” dark eyes narrowed in warning. Giving the body another hard push with the pistol, “we’ve been watching you and we know you can open up the safe; now do it.”
Swallowing, he walked towards the man with the black trilby hat, taking the keys and chancing one more look at that face. Taka only caught a flash of brown eyes before turning away and going towards the safe, biting down on his bottom lip hard. Taking a deep breath, he inserted the key into the safe, turning it one way, hearing the click.
“The combination,” the man wearing the black trilby ordered gruffly.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he meekly reached up and grasped the dial. Jumping as the man behind him repeated in a much louder voice, “The combination!”
Quickly, Taka twisted the dial one way, then the other and then back. Again, hearing the click, he grasped the handle, pushed it down and pulled open the heavy door. Right away, he was pushed aside as the two blondes rushed into the vault with bags, stuffing as much money as they could in a short amount of time.
“Put down your weapons!” someone suddenly ordered.
The three other robbers turned to the person, finding a security guard who apparently came back early from his break. Neither one of the robbers flinchedor panicked at the sight of the man, in fact, one of the robbers in a white fedora turned to the guard and without a thought, shot the man.
Cringing as he watched the blood flow out of the body of the man, Taka just about collapsed in shock and fear. He’d never seen someone get shot; he’d never thought he’d ever see someone die right before his eyes.
This just was not Takanori’s day.
“Alright, we’re done,” the two blonde’s came back out.
The grey fedora wearing man tossed his bag up to the raven haired man, while the black trilby wearing man hopped up and over the counter without a word. Right away, the brunette released a heavy sigh of relief, just about dropping dead on his feet from the adrenaline and fear, when a hand gripped his upper arm tightly and pulled him forward.
“You’re coming with us,” the raven head smirked at the bank teller.
Fear seized Taka’s heart and immediately, he began to fight with the man. “No; let me go!”
“You stupid fuck,” the man grunted. Bringing the pistol up and hitting the resisting man hard in the temple.
Taka’s entire cranium radiated pain. Everything begun to spin, all fight left his body and then, he felt himself drop like a stone but his body was immediately caught. The bank robber quickly lifted the small brunette into his arms and rushed out of the bank.
“What the fuck is this?” one of them snarled.
Opening his eyes slightly, Taka found the black trilby hat and then, his head lolled off to the side as the two argued.
“Think of it as an insurance policy,” the raven haired man sneered. Turning to one of his other companions ordering, “Open up the trunk, now.”
“No,” the trilby hat wearer slammed his hand on the trunk, “put him down! We don’t do this; we aren’t fucking kidnappers!”
Then, there were men shouting and the sound of sirens. The raven head smirking at the other, “the sooner you get your hand off the car, the sooner we can get out of here.”
The brunette heard a low growl and then, the man hissed, “damn it; get him in, let’s go.”
Feeling his body being placed somewhere cramped and uncomfortable, Taka got one last hazy glimpse at the blue sky. A slamming of the trunk resounding loudly, the roar of the engine and he couldn’t keep consciousness any longer, everything faded into black.
When Takanori began to regain consciousness, the first thing that he was aware of was the voices. It started out muffled, as if he was in a fish bowl, but, he could tell there were more than two people. The second thing was his hands were bound tightly that it hurt and a thick cloth tied around his head, keeping his mouth firmly shut. The last thing, he had such a huge headache it made him sick to his stomach.
“When the hell did we become kidnappers?” one of them with a smooth deep timbre snapped. There was no immediate answer to the man and he growled, “When the hell did we start doing this? We are not fucking kidnappers!”
There was bit of shuffling before someone else with a deep voice spoke, “what’s done is done, besides, he might be worth a pretty penny.”
The men were obviously talking about him being here and it caused a wave of fear to wash up from the pit of his stomach. Them talking about ransoming him and the sudden horrifying thought that his father would turn them down; it made him so queasy. Squeezing his eyes shut, Takanori tried to concentrate on listening in on the conversation.
“You can’t be serious,” the first person spoke up surprised and possibly angrier than before.
Another man got in on the conversation, pointing out a detail, “he is the chairman of the banks son.”
“No,” was the immediate deadpan statement from the first man. The silence consumed the air momentarily before the man spoke low and almost threateningly, “we are not fucking kidnappers and we sure and the hell are not going to put a fucking ransom out because Aoi’s an egotistical money hungry monger.”
“You’re one to talk Reita,” the second man shot back smugly. A tense silence sliced between the two for a split second as the man continued, “You’re only doing this-“
There was the distinct sound of shotgun being pumped, “I’d be careful with your next words, Aoi. If it hadn’t been for me, none of you would be here. You may be the boss, but it was me that had kept you and your guys out of the slammer.”
“Hey, take it easy,” a new voice spoke up. “C’mon, put the gun down.”
Takanori’s body tightened up, he was ready, expecting for a gunfight to go down. If that happened, he was praying that the first man was the victor, because from the sound of the conversation, he was against his kidnapping in the first place.
“Do it,” the man Aoi goaded the other. “Let’s see if you have what it takes.”
Someone immediately hissed, “Shut it, Aoi.”
“Let him do it Uruha,” the man kept going.
“C’mon, don’t do this Reita,” a new person spoke up. Another moment of silence before the person reasoned with the man called Reita, “c’mon, you guys know he’s right. We just do banks jobs and that’s it. We don’t kidnap people and we definitely don’t ask for ransom. Because, when we start getting this greedy, we’ll start making mistakes.”
“Maybe they’re right, Aoi,” the man called Uruha murmured.
Takanori felt a sense of relief wash over him. Did that mean that he’ll be just released?
There was a long deathly silence and then, there was a heavy sigh; Aoi’s voice laced with venom, “fine, we’ll get rid of him. But, not before I had my fun with him.”
All that flashed across Takanori’s mind was a horrible scenario after horrible scenario. If his memory served him right and by the sound of the voice, Aoi was the man that had came to his window in the bank. The man that had been responsible for abducting him was now thinking of doing unspeakable things to him.
The sound of Reita’s voice sent chills up the brunette’s spine, “the hell you will. He’s staying here. No one is going to lay a fucking hand on him; especially you.”
“I’d like to see you stop me from taking him,” again Aoi continued to goad the other man on.
There were a few heavy steps and Reita growled each word “Get the hell out of here, Aoi.”
More intense silenced filled the room and then, there were steps that faded away. The sound of a door opening and then, it slamming shut. Another bout of silence, not as tense silence filled the next room. Takanori strained his ears to hear anything, but, there was nothing. Soon, there was a sound of shuffling, some heavy steps and then, the sound of the door opening and shutting once more.
“They’ll get over it, Reita.”
There was a heavy breath, it sounding very close to the door from where Takanori sat.
“Aoi’s getting greedy,” a completely new voice spoke up in frustration, “the both of them are getting greedy.”
“Uruha’s not greedy,” Reita gave another heavy sigh, “he’ll do and agree to what whatever Aoi has to say; like a lil love struck puppy.”
“What about the-”
“Don’t worry about it Kai, I’ll take care of him,” Reita muttered under his breath. Looking at the shut door leading into the next room, “I’ll think of a way to get him back into the city.”
“The city will be swarmed with authorities, Reita. They’ll have checkpoints set out the entire city limits looking for the kid. I’m sure, if he was a nobody it would be easy,” the one named Kai explained to his accomplice. There was a pause and a heavy sigh, “he’s not a nobody though. He’s a Matsumoto, Reita; his father’s got connections to some of the biggest gangs and corrupted politicians out there.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding me.”
“Sorry to say, I’m not kidding Die,” Kai huffed. Looking to the man with his head down in thought, he shook his head slowly, “this isn’t going to be good.”
“You two go ahead,” Reita spoke up, “we’ll figure out what to do later. I’ll keep an eye on the kid until then.”
“Are you sure?” Die asked softly.
“Go,” he looked at the two with a faint smile. “We all know that my place is the safest.”
Seeing them both nod and walk out the door, Reita sighed. Taking a knife from the waist of his pants, he opened the door and stared at the brunette who had regained consciousness and now stared right at him with wide eyed. Shifting his footing, he saw as the pair of fright filled eyes fell on the knife in his hold and a pitiful sound left the brunette.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he spoke calmly. Taking a step forward only to freeze as the man pushed back into the wall; he sighed, “look, if anyone wanted to hurt you, they would have already done it.”
A thoughtful, wary look came to those hazel eyes and again, Reita began to slowly approach the man on the ground. Pulling him away from the wall, he grimaced at the tied hands; the ropes had been tied way to tight. Without a thought, he cut the man’s hands loose.
Instinctively, Takanori reached up to remove the gag, however, a hand stopped him. Taking his hand away from the gag, he studied the man before him a little more closely. The man was at least half a head taller than him, bright blonde hair and he looked verily young. In the back of his mind, Taka couldn’t help but take note how handsome he was, even with the odd silvery strap of cloth tied around his head. The profile of the man was cut short as everything went dark; the blonde firmly tying something around his eyes and he panicked.
“Take it easy,” Reita ordered gruffly. Taking the brunette by the shoulders and leading him out of the room, “I’m taking you somewhere safer. But, if you try to run or try anything, I will kill you. Got it?”
Nodding in fear, the brunette bank teller let the man lead him to God knows where. Biting on his tongue as he heard a door open and felt the cool breeze hit his skin, chills ran through him right away. They were outside and again, Taka felt the fear well up inside of him. The thought of this man shooting him out in the middle of nowhere and leaving his body to rot, where nobody would find his body, it scared him.
“I’m putting you in a car, alright.”
Feeling some of that fear melt away at the statement, he nodded. The sound of a car door being opened rung in his ears and then, being wordlessly ordered into taking a seat in the car. Jerking at the sound of the door shutting, he began to tremble. The driver side opened, the man getting in and started up the vehicle.
Soon, they were in motion and all Takanori could do was sit and wait.
They had driven for a long awhile before the brunette could feel the vehicle slow to a stop. The blonde exited the car, leaving him there alone and then, there were voices; it was a woman’s voice.
Going around the car, Reita opened the door, took the arm of the blindfolded brunette and eased him out of the car. Taking a hold of the arm and led him across the graveled driveway to a set of stairs leading into the home.
Entering the home, he shut the door, turned and removed the blindfold. Stepping around to the front of the shorter, he stared hard at the man, “I’m going to take the gag off; no one’s going to hear you if you scream. And if you try to escape, know you won’t get very far.”
The warning didn’t make Taka feel any safer as the man had promised earlier, but, nodded hesitantly. The knot behind his head loosened, although, it didn’t matter, as he didn’t have anything to say. The blonde placed a hand on his back and pushed him further into the home. The man attentively led him into a large room with richly furnished furniture, paintings and artworks; a thought coming to Takanori’s mind that all this had been stolen.
“Georgina!” the blonde suddenly called, startling the brunette.
There was a shuffling of clothes, the click clack of shoes in the hallway and a young woman with ginger hair appeared in another doorway, “yes sir.”
“Bring something to eat, ready a bath and one of the guestrooms,” the blonde ordered gently.
“Of course sir,” the woman bowed, not once casting Takanori a look as she left.
Fidgeting in his spot, the bank teller stiffly faced the man. Watching as the other removed his grey jacket, tossed it on one of the sofas and proceeded to roll up his sleeves. Taking his eyes away from the body of the man as he turned and Taka went about staring at everything in the room except for the other body.
An uncomfortable silence settled between the both of them. Although there wasn’t much for them to say to each other, because for one, Takanori was still being held against his will. The second reason being that the man had made it clear earlier that he was not to utter a single word.
Finally, the woman Georgina entered once more, carrying a silver tray with food and drinks. The woman set the tray on a table that had separated Takanori from his captor. Setting out the places of food in its proper places, she gave a quick bow of her head and once more, she was gone out of the room.
Biting his lip, hazel eyes flittered between the tray of food and the blonde. Stomach grumbling at the sight of fruit and the steaming plate of food; he was starving. Takanori hadn’t had anything to eat all day.
“Eat,” the blonde finally ordered.
Taking a hesitant step in the direction of food, he gave the blonde a cautious look. Deeming that it seemed to be safe after a handful of minutes, he quickly ushered over to one of the chairs, took a seat and stared at the food. It all looked so delicious and his mouth watered at the sight of it.
“Eat,” the man again ordered, taking out a silver pocket watch and giving it a look. Reita then turned suddenly and walked out of the room.
Upon the exiting of the blonde, Takanori dug into the food immediately. He was absolutely famished and he wasn’t about to pass up what could possibly be his last meal. He was about halfway with his meal when the woman entered again, her eyes falling on the untouched plate of the blonde and there was a very audible sigh.
“Wait,” Taka suddenly called stopping her from leaving. Wiping at his mouth and swallowing, he smiled shakily at the woman, “how long will I be here?”
Georgina gazed at the young man for a moment; she then turned away and left the room.
Shoulders falling, he suddenly didn’t feel hungry. Pushing the plate away, he looked to the darkened windows and momentarily wondered if anyone was looking for him.
It seemed like hours as he sat in that room alone, Takanori momentarily wondered where everyone had gone and during that time, a part of him had wanted to make an escape. The words of the blonde rung in the back of the brunette’s mind and the blonde didn’t seem to be one of those men that wouldn’t make good on his threats.
Huffing, he slowly stood from his chair and went towards one of the doorways, peeked out into the hallway, listening for anything. It was completely silent, uncomfortably silent for Taka. With a deep breath and a quick glance over his shoulder, he began to wander the obviously large mansion. Doing his absolute best to remain silent as he walked down the long extravagant corridor, peeking into room after room that where filled with more richly furnished rooms.
Who was this man?
Rounding a corner into another long hallway, Takanori went to one of many large windows and gazed out into the night sky. Hazel eyes leading away from the stars to the fountain below, surrounded by a well attained garden. Curiosity filled every pore on his body as to who this man was.
“What are you doing?”
Jumping at the sound of the voice, Taka whirled around and there he was. The blonde stared him down with his dark fawn eyes and he was currently in the possession of a pistol. Instinctively, he took a few steps back, wanting to keep as much distance between him and his captor.
Fawn eyes narrowed and the blonde repeated his question more deeply, “what are you doing?”
Bottom lip trembling, he took two more steps back with a shake of his head, “n-nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Reita muttered under his breath. Holstering the pistol he had in hand, he gave a jerk of his head, “come with me, your room is ready.”
“Wait,” the brunette piped up loudly. Biting his lip as his captor turned to him with a raised brow. He swallowed the dry lump that had formed in his throat and croaked out, “How long are you going to keep me here?”
Shoulders tightening, the taller man gave a shake of his head, “truthfully, even I’m not sure. It could be for a few days or- longer.”
Gaze shifting to the floor, Takanori fidgeted with his fingers. How did he find himself in this position? A quick glance to the awaiting blonde, he found himself commenting out loud, “Your friend is right about my father.”
Stiffening, Reita did his best to keep his uneasiness from showing, “about?”
Keeping his eyes averted from the taller, he shrugged his shoulders, “having connections.”
The blonde hummed in thought, a part of him had hoped that it was a mere rumor, but, after the bank job and taking the quantity of money, he knew it was dirty money. Being who he was, he’d seen more than enough of the corruption and could even point out the corrupted blindfolded. Which was why in the beginning, when Aoi had set his crosshairs on that particular bank, he’d been adamant about them staking out another bank.
Inhaling sharply and then releasing it slowly, he wondered what the others angle was, “and why are you telling me this?”
“I know you don’t want me here and quite frankly, that’s the least of your problems,” Takanori finally looked up at the blonde. Licking his lips out of reflex, he squared off his shoulders, “because, if there’s one thing I’ve always been sure of is my father doesn’t care about me being dead or alive. But, the money you guys stole- he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back. Him and the people you stole from.”
Frowning, Reita tried to find lie; the deception in the other’s face but, it wasn’t there. This wasn’t good news for any of them. If the brunette’s father was connected with the right powers that be, they were already on a limited amount of time.
“What do you get out of this then?” he stared at the steadfast brunette.
Snorting at the question, the shorter man gave an indifferent shrug, “I don’t have a whole lot riding on this other than my own life; because, if you guys aren’t going to kill me, someone else with a vendetta against my father will.”
Cocking his head in bewilderment, he grimaced, “so, what do you want out of this?”
Biting on his lip in deep thought, Takanori considered his words carefully. This could go one wayor the other and he was willing to take the gamble; he had absolutely nothing to lose. Taking a deep breath and looked the man straight in the eyes, “I want to disappear.”
Blinking with barely contained shock, Reita straightened up. Had he heard that right?
“If you can help me disappear,” the young brunette began to negotiate with the blonde, “you do this, I’ll help you and your friends get out of this; alive.”
“Pray tell,” the blonde captor became intrigued by the man. Walking towards the shorter with a raised brow, “I’m interested by how you could help us and in what shape or form.”
“I’m more than meets the eye,” Takanori returned the look, albeit a little more wary. Again giving his lips a swipe of his tongue, he added a little more softly, “as are you.”
The blonde was now completely captivated by the mystery of who this man really was; Reita hummed with amusement, “Indeed we are.”
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MORE NOTES: I was having a heck of a time trying to finish it. I did type a bit here and there every time I got a bit of inspiration and so, I hope that it this turned out alright. I’d wanted to get this idea out there for a long time now, but, never really got the right motivation for it. I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be making this into a couple of partsor an entire chaptered fic… I’m still undecided on what I’m going to do. I mean obviously there will be so much more to this hehe
So, I suppose for now, I’ll just kind of go with the flow.
I’m also working on a few ideas that had been sent to me by the lovely akumura and I have a handful of pages typed for one of her wonderful ideas. Hopefully I’ll be able to get oneor two done ^^